Artist: P-Dash
Album:  Dying 4 a Living
Song:   The Format
Typed by: IAmPDash.com

I'm sure I probably represent a small percentage
Not at all religious cuz we all suspicious
So many blind from the shine losing all they vision
One man, one mind not narcissism
Cuz GOD is wit em' but rather GOD is in em'
Some of the people smoke trees let the garden hit em'
Too many weeds no seeds so cigars they split em'
Listen and read take heed as I recall the scripture
I show you all the pictures
This for all my niggas and even those that ain't
Grade A certified sinners and saints
For everybody capable but still for those that can't
Understand it was a plan peep the picture I paint
As a youth all I wanted was proof
But all I got was contradictions while in search of the truth
Hungry for knowledge but they telling me I gotta make a dinner decision
At a buffet full of religion, how bout I try em' all
At least apply em' all, before I write em' off
Like taxes, how can I fight em' off, switch brackets
It's a war ya'll, Iraq shit strongest weapon action
I represent a faction of spiritual miracles
Hard heads manifest, blessed with the lyrical
They say that we inferior I find it hysterical
So I spit serial killer shit straight through your stereos every time

Hook: Whatever goes around comes back around
You never know WHAT'S UP til its GOING DOWN
You wanna touch the SKY gotta leave the GROUND
You think you heard it all don't make a Sound
Everything that glitters always ain't gold
Read between the lines every story that's told
Open up your mind let life unfold
Living in Hell in a world so Cold

Many people told me that NOTHING is what I would amount to
For me that meant EVERYTHING and to prove is what I'm out to
Do and since I'm just like you don't let em' doubt you
But know everyone with a mouth won't always talk about you
In a good way, that's the hood way
I mean "it is what it is" what the hood say
See hate is a disease when your ambition freeze
So keep it moving understood okay, ya'll don't hear me though
Cuz I ain't on the radio
Is it cuz I'm spittin shit the world ain't ready for?
Don't even talk about "D" but this is HEAVY tho
You need a SPOT behind these BARS (UPLIFTING flow) Still pressing on
Look at what we resting on
The ground ain't solid from college now what you testing on?
Just something to acknowledge before the blessing's gone
No need to fear the consequences people you've been warned
See the block that I stays on
Ain't even trying to see another TRAYVON
But if I'm fighting for my life with a ZIMMERMAN
Does that give me permission to kill him then?
If you don't feel me I'm a fill you in
(HOW??)
 Breathing wisdom from my second WIND
(NOW!)
Understand we can never be friends
If my status depends on if I'm wearing church clothes or some Timberlands
(WOW!)
Change the dress code get out of impress mode
Then everybody stress mode will feel like a blessed mode
Can't live RIGHT focusing on the WRONG shit
Life impersonators keeping up with the Jones's
Or maybe these days we can say KARDASHIANS
Trying but you dying to be in the CAR THAT SHE IN
Selling you a dream, think who's cashing in
Instead of being fiends behind the scenes of what's happening
Rap and in trapping, no applause but they clapping
Holy drawers so they scrapping hand to hand like they dapping
"What's the plan for this action's" the question I'm asking
Need more BREAD for the BASKET but BASTARDS ain't passing harder now to breathe
I translate the feelings of brothers with daughters to feed
And combat the spirits of those hypnotized by the greed
My WEAPONS are WORDS in WARS in WHERE everyone bleeds
I'm not claiming a TITLE just performing my DEEDS

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